Good morning, human.
You probably think this thing on my face is a fashion accessory.
You call it a fly mask — I call it sanity.
Allow me to explain.
🌞 6:00 AM — Sunrise, Breakfast, and the Flying Menace
I walk into the paddock.
The sun rises… beautifully.
The flies rise… aggressively.
They head straight for my eyes like they got VIP passes to an irritation festival.
I blink. I twitch. I spin. I contemplate moving to Iceland.
Then you put on The Mask.
Silence. Peace.
No buzzing attackers.
10/10. Would wear again.
👀 “But Can You See Through It?”
Human, trust me—I can still see:
✔ That patch of grass that looks tastier than the rest
✔ My friend stealing hay from my pile
✔ You walking toward me with a halter (I pretend not to notice)
The fly mask doesn’t block my view—
it simply blocks chaos.
It’s like sunglasses. But smarter.
🧐 What It Actually Does (in horse terms):
- Keeps sunburn away (my nose thanks you)
- Blocks annoying flies from landing near my eyes
- Lets air flow so I don’t feel like I’m wearing a sauna
- Doesn’t touch my eyelashes, because eye darts = genius
- Soft fleece on the inside = zero rubbing, zero bald spots, zero drama
Basically, it protects my face, my mood, and my dignity.
🧘♂️ Less Stress = Better Horse
Before the mask:
Head shaking, tail swishing, constant irritation, emotional instability.
After the mask:
Grazing in peace.
Thinking deep horse thoughts.
Emotionally balanced. Spiritually awakened.
⏳ 4:00 PM — You Took It Off to “Let My Face Breathe”
Bold choice.
Within 30 seconds, I became a landing zone for 17 flies and one very questionable bug.
Please. Never again.
🐴 Final Thoughts — From a Horse Who Has Lived Both Lives
Life without a fly mask?
Buzzing, itching, squinting, and chaos.
Life with a fly mask?
Comfort. Clarity. Calmness. Confidence.
So next time you see me wearing it—
Don’t say I look funny.
Say I look protected, peaceful, and proud.
Because I do.
